Dear Hitler Take away the torches I'm not guilty I had to have this

A sip of wine, a cigarette, And then it’s time to go. I tidied up the kitchenette; I tuned the old banjo. I’m wanted at the traffic-jam. They’re saving me a seat.

What a beautiful testament to the creative spirit and its true motives, to creative contribution coming from a place of purpose rather than a hunger for profit.

People used to say my music was too difficult or too obscure, and I never set out to be difficult or obscure. I just set out to write what I felt as honestly as I could, and I am delighted when other people feel a part of themselves in the music.

Seriousness is the deepest pleasure we have.

I don't really understand that process called reincarnation but if there is such a thing I'd like to come back as my daughter's dog.

It's time that we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.